Well folks, I'm back! I should post more blog entries really. It's quite theraputic, moaning to the internet.
Even though he doesn't listen.
I moan on here simply because I don't like to moan over fb ('facebook' for the less text-language savvy), which is the other main way of getting my feelings across to the internet.
I reckon the internet would be a he, it has all the power and porn a bloke might possess.
But I digress.
So, University. The big, scary, phenomenon that seems a million miles away at school, but hits you like a ton of bricks at college.
I've applied to Warwick Uni, Notts Uni, Leeds Uni, Chester Uni, and Notts Trent.
Let me tell you, I do NOT want to go to Notts Trent.
But I would sell my left buttock for a place in Warwick. I fell in love with everything about it.
I will cry myself to sleep if they reject me.
And I never cry.
So I will be blaming them for my depression.
I live in hope however, that I'll get through to the interview stage and be able to wow them with my silver tongue and razor-sharp wit.
Good luck McDonald, you're gonna need it.
Onto Christmas 2009.
It was pretty good actually. I got me some decent pressies, half a library being one of them. I also recieved money to continue my driving lessons. I don't think I've told you I started learning to drive.
Well, I have.
And it's FUN.
Except for the time I nearly killed my folks by crashing into some unsuspecting guy's house.
Good thing I'm a dab hand at emergency stops, eh?
That'll do fer now I think.
I leave in the hope you've all had a verry merry christmas, my dears, and will proceed to have a smashing New Year.
Lovelovelove
Peacepeacepeace
xxx
